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GRAVEYARD
THE GRAVEYARD
No two deaths are ever quite the same. Some might remember the exact moment their lives were cut short; others might only see a blinding flash of light; the particularly unlucky ones might not recall any details whatsoever.
No matter how it ended up happening, though, all of you here will always have one thing in common: one second you're dead; the next, you wake up to find yourself in a dark room. Before you can even start to try and get your bearings, a shadowy figure appears in the doorway of your room, face lit from the bottom up by a faint, almost ethereal glow. It stands still for a few seconds before murmuring,
"Oooooh... I see dead people."
... The voice is followed by a snicker as a gloved hand flicks the light switch on, revealing the mysterious entity to be Pumpkin, the fox-eared groundskeeper. Lowering the game console that had illuminated her face, she continues, "That one never gets old. Anyway, hey, sup, you're dead, that sucks, the house is probably gonna eat you as soon as this round is over. Wanna see what everyone else is up to on the other side?"
As you take in everything the gardener has told you, you suddenly realize as you look around... though you don't see anything, why does it feel like this place is already crowded?
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She also can't really speak in this form, so he just gets a roar in response and all her leviathan weight on him.
It's all on him until she changes, and she doesn't know that she's going to change back?
Bad. ]
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Stop, nya! Get ahold of yourself, nya!
[the 'nya's are killing him, much, much more than this fucking dragon crushing his body]
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She thrashes and possibly rolls off half his body. ]
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You idiot ass, nya! Get your bloated body off of my legs, nya! Are you trying to kill me again, nya?!
[this time, he tries to shove his nails directly in between the scales. Perish. Before he does, preferably.]
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Guess what? She whips back in his direction to roll over him again.
No one who tries to pierce her like that gets away from it. ]
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he is suitably crushed. there is a yowl as her stupid serpentine body steamrolls him. only his angry, puffy tail can be seen, thrashing madly.]
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Luckily for both of them, it's then that she transforms back to her humanoid form, and she immediately springs up and away from him. There's no apology from her.
Her eyes drift up to the damage she did. ]
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lying on his back on the floor, gasping for breath, one hand on his ribs (ow), the other stretched out at his side.
his tail is doing the "angery cat gonna bite ya" dance of tiny rattlesnake shakes. it is still very puffed.]
What...
...was that.
[he's looking up.
what room did you fuck up.]
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The same reason you're adding something stupid to the end of your sentences.
[ Her words are devoid of her usual smooth and amused tone when insulting him. ]
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[he hates it HE HATES IT SO MUCH!!!!!!]
I meant the room, nya. What did you destroy, nya?
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[ It doesn't sound like it doesn't matter.
Meltryllis turns on her heel, the dull blades making more noise than they should against the floor, and she takes off at a quick clip. ]
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Nya nya nyaaa--!? [he clamps a hand over his mouth in perfect fury at his own words.] Wait, you idiot, nya!
[and with that kind of reaction, it definitely SUPER matters
but when he tries to stand up, he just kind of
slumps back down again, tail wiggling again in agitation—but slowly starting to de-puff.
so he just. lays there. and sighs.]
Just absorb me already, you stupid house.
Nya.
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Meltryllis isn't coming back nya ]